pohm

hungry//dinner

You walked in, what a nice jacket
 You were wearing, I thought to myself.
  You looked unenthused, and the thoughts
I was bearing, told me it's done you no good.
 I glanced at you infrequently, because, honestly
  I don't really care for
You, but something about the way
 You sometimes steal my words for company
left me watching You through my peripheral vision.

pohm

Riding in a Suitcase

riding in a suitcase
feels like knocking on your door
my feet creaking on the floor's
wood boards
at night
 something just isn't right, still trying with textured might
 warranted progress effervescent, will surely drown
 in metal lighted town
i want to ride the pink highway
and read a good book
i want the pages to be open
sentences my way with understanding looks
 if i'm ever fully understood
 complete with standard limbs
 i want to grasp my cherished flight
 and give thinks for my wings in hymn
I'll clutch my pilots in birdsong
I'll try them 'til the end
 while the bulbs are flickering in and out me
 i'll search with neon sight for bright light
 if a box appears too tight around me
 i'll suffocate just like a candle would
my Hummingbird will be stolen from me
she's one of my greatest concerns
inevitability has a way with that
will i ever find my ferns?
 I am the candle creaking
 I am the candle creaking
 I am the candle creaking

difficult phone posting (i hate blackberries)

Spiral Blues

Will someone pull me
From my legs
Or hips even -
So that my torso stretches and
My back cracks back to snap
Into the place where I belong.

If the days bring an increase of things that are
Ill be crooning over a street corner with a bottle
And perpendicular assets

When a hinge in my spine twirls
And laughter spills from lips
Ill be a statue among the blooming spring
Full of withering suckers
They can sip shit and hum away
Before I collapse in envy